Party Games (Teenage Erasermic Oneshot)

Party Games

The smell of alcohol wafted through the air at the house party as the teens gathered to play a game of spin the bottle. Organized by their very own Nemuri, the end goal of playing the game was to find someone to play something else with: 7 Minutes in Heaven. Obviously, Hizashi wanted to play.

"Shouta, c'mon! It'll be so much fun!" The noisy and slightly tipsy blond attempted to drag his anti-social friend into the circle along side of their friends from UA. Shouta glared at Hizashi. He was never one for stupid games.

"Let go, Hizashi. I'm not interested." Shouta's protests were ignored as Hizashi sat his friend down at the circle, then promptly sitting beside him. It was at this moment that Shouta knew he had a long night ahead of him.

"I hope you guys don't mind us joining you!" cheered Hizashi. The teen didn't really care if they minded or not. He got over people's opinions long before he came to UA. It was almost admirable. No one else at the circle really minded anyway, which just happened to be a bonus.

Shouta grumbled as the bottle in the middle was spun by other rowdy and probably drunk teens, everyone sitting patiently and gossiping as pairs would go off to the closet to make out, per rules of 7 Minutes. He looked around the circle. He knew some of the people there, others were from different classes or even years.

Nemuri was there, of course. She definitely was enjoying herself, watching all of her loser friends get all awkward about going to the closet. Beside her on both sides were students he didn't know, and beyond them was Tensei Iida.

Tensei wasn't in their class, but he was well known throughout the school. Hizashi liked to joke that Tensei was the god of the school, and for a good reason. Every teen in the school that even remotely liked men wanted to be with Tensei. He was nice, incredibly so, and so passionate. He was athletic too. It was safe to assume everyone at the circle was excited about Tensei playing.

They played for a while. Shouta's stomach was in knots every time he saw Hizashi stand and walk off with someone. He couldn't explain how it felt, or why he felt like that. The longer he sat there, the more he wanted to leave, but something made him stay. Every time Hizashi came out of the closet, he would brag about how amazing it was and how everyone else was missing out- And that just made Shouta feel worse.

The bottle was passed around after each spin to the person chosen last. Shouta was never chosen, thankfully. He was in no mood to makeout with someone in a cramped space, or just exist in a cramped space with someone else. He really just wanted to take his tipsy friend home and not let this night progress.

Something shook Shouta from his thoughts of wanting to leave. He wasn't sure if it was just the sound of the bottle or the split second of silence following it, but it was enough to make him come back to reality. His eyes followed the neck of the bottle, across the floor, and up the chest of his best friend Hizashi Yamada. He followed Hizashi's eyes to find them meeting with Tensei Iida's.

Shouta's stomach dropped as he saw Hizashi grin and get up. He knew he heard what his friend had said, but it was unintelligible to him. Hizashi liked Tensei a lot, Shouta knew that. He felt their steps to the confined space in his chest. Shouta must of had a strange look on his face, he could see the others asking if he was okay, but he couldn't hear them, he couldn't respond.

For seven long minutes, Shouta stared at the empty bottle, still pointing to the empty space next to him. All he could hear was his own thoughts. Not even the roar of the party came through. He wanted to get up and leave more than ever, but he couldn't bring himself to move. In this strange out of body experience, he was able to put a name on what he had been feeling all night:

Jealousy. Why in the world was Shouta so jealous? Why did it feel like he was dying every time Hizashi stood to leave with someone who wasn't Shouta? He couldn't wrap his mind around it. Nothing made sense to him anymore. He wished he could just stop feeling, turn off his stupid emotions, but he just couldn't. The click of the door opening and the boisterous tone of Hizashi's voice got through his head, but he didn't look to see.